Mia Persson

Buds In Winter - Poem by Mia Persson

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A lifeless void to the night yet to comeMy heart, a roseWho's fate is to be picked and die in your palmBut should you ever leave it growAlone in the darknessBy dawn, the light will have washed away the blood red petalsAnd I'll have meant nothing.

Comments about Buds In Winter by Mia Persson

We are all meant to be picked, Mia.
Our beauty has to be noticed.
Even if a single person enjoys our (inner or outer) beauty
our life will have made a difference to this world
that may last for an eternity.
This poem is a very nice and very poetic expression of this giant truth.
('Little purple flower' on my page expresses something related)
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